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Cecily decided it was probably wise not to mention how Fyedka had left, figuring he could explain that himself. He must've had his reasons, and she did not know them. Better to let him tell her and reason it out than have her anger building until he gets the chance to. Cecily bowed her head and waited for Nubillia to leave with the body, before apparating herself to Katia, catching Mitchell's eye and motioning for him to leave.

What would be coming next they would not want to hang around for. It was time to leave and head straight to the Hog's Head and hope that everyone was calmed down. And that their Lady hadn't taken the news that most had left so badly.

Though Cecily thought that hope was a bit hopeless.

Cecily took hold of Katia, who was stunned on the floor, and looked like she'd passed out. Which was a good thing for Cecily, as she picked up the remains of the woman's wand, trying not to think too hard about what it meant, before apparating straight to her pub where she knew her Lady would be waiting.

Ai looked around. Most everyone had gotten out safely, mainly the younger kids. She sighed as it looked like there was nothing left for her to do. Then she saw it. the fire, which started slowly, but was quickly spreading out of control.

"Fiendfyre" She whispered. She tried to put it out with her wand, then realized the stupidness of that. The aurors could handle it. She shrieked as flames licked her skin. She vanished with a pop, wondering where to go.

The Minister fell to the floor as he was hit with an Unforgivable, though the sounds of his screams are quickly drowned out by the chaos that errupts in the Ministry Atrium, brought by the figures clouded by fog. As time drags on, many people are injurged, some narrowly avoiding severe injurgies, some close to death. However, slowly, the number of fogged attackers decreases until there are only a few left in the midst of the choas.

But the Minister is already dead.

As the fiendfyre begins to spread, the last of the Ministry workers begin to try and extinguish it and evacuate the last of the wizards and witches, a team of Aurors arranging to chase the fogged figures, with very little to go on.